Chain Mails at the Craft Fair
| Posted in Blogging | Posted on 30-05-2009
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Okay, so back in college, I initially studied theatre. Right after each student-directed show, we used to get together with the teachers and our other mentors so we could analyze how the event went from start until end. We would then call this our postmortem. Right now, let me do something similar with the craft fair that I attended.
To be frank, the craft fair wasn’t too exciting for me. But then it wasn’t a total failure either, so I guess it’s okay. Before this event, you see, I’ve only ever been a vendor in a craft show once. That’s the time where I hastily learned to do all the preparatory work. After all, there was the set up to think of, as well as how to sell my crafts and other concerns like that. Although I don’t see it as a pure selling venture: To me, chatting with people and telling them a little bit about what I do is more important.
I’m the talkative sort, especially with my crafts; perhaps it has something to do with how unfamiliar people are with it. You see, very few people truly get what a chain mail is. So what I did was set up a mannequin warrior over at the fair, complete with eyelashes to boot. I dressed her up in chain mail, and as expected, many people were drawn to my booth and started asking.
I spent some of my time in the show weaving a new dice bag for myself, and people were fascinated with the weave that I used. I also decided to pop out the DIY Necklace Kits at one point. In the end, I was able to make a good amount of sales with the necklaces as well as quite a number of dice bags. Sadly, the chain mail idea never truly picked up. I should have known that it would just gather rust.
A guy costumed as a pirate approached me at a certain point in the show; he was there making puppy and kitty balloons. He asked me if I was interested in a booth at an upcoming local pirate festival. Besides that, a fellow vendor invited me to a fair hosted by a coffee shop outside town. I think I’ll try out the pirate festival, but I may have to pass on the coffee shop thing. That one’s just too far away; an hour even with a car.

